Friday, December 26, 2008


I Gotta Be Me
by Judy Westergard
oil on cookie sheet

The cookies are eaten,

The calories gained.

The leftover eggnog

I've thrown down the drain.
I'm in my bathrobe
'Cuz nothing else fits.
(It's the result
of my Spritz-bakin' blitz.)
The wrappings are properly
Tossed in the bin.
(To forgo recycling
Would be such a sin!)
Decor that was sparkly,
All shiny and gold,
Now just seems tacky.
(Am I getting old?)
But despite all the cal'ries and work,
I concede
That the keeping of Christmas
Is something I need.

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